A little of all things.

I am a little tired tonight, even though its late and I can't sleep, I am still sick, a little weak from the pain. We managed to get outside in the sun, which we needed since being inside from the rain and the wind of the last couple of days. I can walk with the help of my crutches, but I like to use my electric scooter so we can go farther into the old neighborhoods. We moved from our usual home, so no one knows how I have changed and that is good, because I am not handsome anymore. I used to be a very tall, strong and noble man with men working for me and friends in the neighborhood, who admired my loyalty to my family. Now, I have disappeared into this new home, far from my past and far from anyone who once knew me well. I now live in a highrise apartment with many disabled people, whom I have never met and who are all suffering, enormously, there have been 5 deaths here in the past few years. In this place no one knows of me, which I am very glad to be able to conceal. I will never be found here and will never be compared, all who remember me, will remember what I used to look like and will never compare me to the past. However, I miss greatly, a little of all things.